"Well. Okay then. Good." Because for a second, Cas looked poleaxed.
In a very naked mimicry of the way they usually sleep together, Dean shifts onto his stomach, flinging one arm across Cas' body. It feels remarkably...normal.
"I'm okay, too."
Go figure. He's not flipping his shit for some reason. No sense in questioning it.
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In a very naked mimicry of the way they usually sleep together, Dean shifts onto his stomach, flinging one arm across Cas' body. It feels remarkably...normal.
"I'm okay, too."
Go figure. He's not flipping his shit for some reason. No sense in questioning it.